"What the hell are you looking for a herald?"

The Taoist stayed at the door of the post house for most of the day and didn't leave, and Mu Sanqian couldn't continue to whet people's appetites, so he let Su Xuan and Hongyi enter the post house first.

"It's inconvenient to say. ”

The man didn't recognize Mu Sanqian when he saw him, he just thought he was still an errand boy in the post house.

"Is it convenient to say now?"

Mu Sanqian thought to himself, how could this person be so dead-eyed, no one came to tell him who Mu Sanqian was, and he had been waiting outside the door?

"You are!"

The man saw that Mu Sanqian took out a waist card, which was engraved with three big characters of the herald, but he really didn't expect that the herald Xiaomu was the one who talked to him in the morning.

"Lord Xiaomu, you must help the Heavenly Master!"

The Taoist confirmed Mu Sanqian's identity without doubt, and knelt down on the spot, seeing that he was about to snot and tears, and began to sell miserably.

"Well, let's talk about what's going on. ”

Mu Sanqian pulled the Taoist up from the ground with a little force in his hand, and then brought him into the post house.

"Don't be out there, come in and talk about something. ”

Let the Taoist enter the house Mu Sanqian personally poured him a cup of hot tea to warm his hands, but the Taoist elder Mu Sanqian looked extremely restrained, as if he was an ignorant child.

"Our Heavenly Master Concept is the dojo of the national teacher of the dynasty, although Zhang Fuxing Zhang Zhenren has stepped down from the position of national teacher, but we are still willing to call him a master, Lord Xiaomu is the personal disciple of Wudang Zhang Zhenren, according to the seniority, we should also call you a little uncle." ”

"Don't, don't get close to me yet, don't say that my uncle is no longer a national teacher, even if he is a national teacher, I have a clear relationship with Wudang, this little uncle, you should keep it first." ”

Mu Sanqian raised his hand and blocked the Taoist back, as the saying goes, take a person's hands short and eat people's shallow mouths, so people shouted that Uncle Xiao may have to fill in some holes.

"You'd better say something first, if I can help, I won't postpone it. ”

"Oops. ”

The Taoist replied twice before continuing.

"The Confucian Yuelu Academy is in Tai'an City, Guozijian will invite the academy to debate with Zhang Zhenren every year, this year it is the turn of the Heavenly Master, but Zhang Zhenren is no longer a national teacher, the current national teacher We have only heard of his name, but we have never seen others, I secretly went to Qin Tianjian to inquire about Lord Su, only to know that the current national teacher Yun Zhongjun has already gone to the East China Sea, and I don't know when he will come back. Seeing that the day of the debate is imminent, we don't even have a backbone, and I heard that Uncle Xiaomu just arrived in Tai'an City, so I thought that you would represent our Heavenly Master Concept, you are not only Zhang Zhenren's nephew, but also practicing in the Daomen, so it is not a bad rule. ”

After the Taoist finished speaking, Mu Sanqian understood in one breath, it turned out that these Taoists were all serving the little uncle in the Heavenly Master Temple, but after hearing the master talk about it, according to the temperament of the little uncle, it is estimated that they are also very free, and it is very possible to learn a lot of skills from the little uncle.

Scholars are so discerning about things, and they are often good at debating everything. The wind of debate in Tai'an City is more prevalent, and Guozijian has fixed it, and it has become a grand festival among the scholars in Tai'an City.

In the past, it was mainly the academy, the Heavenly Master View, and the Guozijian, as well as some other scholars involved, this year it was the turn of the Heavenly Master Temple to host, as a result, Zhang Fuxing Zhang Zhenren stepped down as the national teacher and returned to Wudang, and the trust of the national teacher Yunzhongjun's whereabouts are uncertain, which can be anxious for the Taoist in the Heavenly Master Temple, and when it comes to the debate, our Taoist Gate is not allowed to show people jokes?

After learning that the herald made Mu Sanqian arrive in Tai'an City, he thought of finding Mu Sanqian, who was also a member of the Daomen and the nephew of the former national teacher Zhang Fuxing, to preside over the debate.

"Argument—"

Mu Sanqian knew the meaning of the Taoist, he thought that the kung fu of the verbal fight was learned from the monk master, if the time came to the end of the argument, it would be bad if he exposed himself in three or two sentences.

"Uncle Xiao don't worry, when the time comes, you just host and help make a judgment, you don't have to end up in person. ”

The Taoist seemed to have guessed Mu Sanqian's worries, so he said that Mu Sanqian would not need to end the game in person, and several of them would be responsible for arguing on the spot.

"You let me think about it, although I take advantage of my seniority, after all, I am young and senior, and it is not good if I am not convincing when the time comes. ”

Mu Sanqian didn't immediately accept it, he had to think about it.

Since he didn't explicitly refuse, the Taoist only agreed to Mu Sanqian, and left the post house happily after thanking him.

Mu 3,000 go down to give people away, it is getting late outside, the candle lamp has been lit at the door of the post house, the curfew in Tai'an City is strict with the drum, and the east and west cities are all open according to the bell of the early morning, and the drum of the evening is closed, and the morning bell and dusk drum are from this.

"Old man, the drums have begun to beat outside, why are you still standing here, not afraid of being arrested as a bad guy?"

Seeing off the Taoist of the Heavenly Master's Temple, Mu Sanqian glanced at the corner across the street, and the inconspicuous beggar was gone, replaced by an old man dressed plainly. This post house is full of people every day, and it is not necessary to stay here to monitor yourself, Mu Sanqian thought in his heart for a while and walked over.

"It doesn't matter, I have a token that can be passed after curfew. ”

The old man smiled when he saw Mu Sanqian taking the initiative to come, and then lifted the robe to block the cold, revealing the token tied around his waist to Mu Sanqian.

"That's not good, it's a cold day, you came again as soon as the gentleman left during the day, if you don't get it, you will go into the house to warm up for a while, don't worry, I don't bully people, and I don't bully an old man who is powerless." ”

"Lord Kogi is straightforward in what he says and does. ”

The old man did not accept Mu Sanqian's invitation to enter the house.

"To be honest, before you actually set foot in Tai'an City, the old man and a friend were still betting whether you would come in. ”

"If you don't delay Lord Xiaomu's rest, why don't you walk around with the old man?"

The old man didn't know how long he had been here, but by the candlelight he could see that his thin face had turned white from the cold, but the old man didn't seem to feel it at all.

"It's okay, let's go. ”

Mu Sanqian muttered in his heart that this Tai'an City is really interesting, he has just lived in the post house for only two days, and this cow, ghost, snake and god have all come to the door.

"The old gentleman hasn't asked yet—"

This old man is mysterious and unidentified, Mu Sanqian's eyes are black when he first enters Tai'an, and he doesn't know anyone, but he knows himself, although Mu Sanqian has long known in his heart that when he enters Tai'an City, he will become a bright and bright live target, and everyone else is in the dark, but when he really meets someone who appears from the shadows, Mu Sanqian's heart will eventually be a little bottomless.

"The old man's surname is Luo. ”

"Mr. Luo. ”

The elders are respected, and the old man has no malicious actions at present, so Mu Sanqian honestly called Mr. Luo.

"I don't know why Mr. Luo called the juniors out alone so late?"

"I want to tell you a person, a story. ”

The old man who claimed to be surnamed Luo had his hands behind him, slightly hunched on his back, his voice was like a bad piano and a broken drum, coupled with a thin face, and he looked like a ghost.